they say that it’s always fools that rush in

and you should never let a fool fall for you

because once you hold them in your hands

you’re holding on tight until the bitter end

he gave me rose coloured glasses on the cloudiest days

but when i walk out the door it’s just mistakes that will fade

deep coffee eyes.

i wonder if you’d hold my calloused hands

would you still let them caress your face

after everything you still don’t understand

was just your pawn, not love’s true embrace

sidelined. a tool for pleasure, it’s a dim fate

obliviously captive, my lotus, i know the lore

you needed space, didn’t need to dissipate

i can’t leave, pretty boy, if i was never yours

like a tattoo always apart of me, stained

trying to change for my own betterment

you’re on my lips, inhaling the spearmint

i still feel your touch, all the love and pain

will never get rid of you, it’s all the same

the thought of speaking makes me faint

because words couldn’t begin to explain

i got lost in those damn deep coffee eyes

and fell in love with between your thighs

it got me drunk and ignorant to the lies

now there’s no sensual moans, just sighs

as i lay wide awake through lonely nights

i’m happy i left, good to know i was right.